Thursday, January 17, 2008

I Want my Writers Back!

OK, look...When I fall asleep snoring on the couch at 8:45 P.M. and wake up to Leno's monologue, I want cracking sharp wit and slashing cruel humor aimed at my country's leaders...You know, the kind they won't put on the evening news where it belongs, like this, from Adam Felber:

Romney’s 9 point victory in the state that his Dad’s a legend in doesn’traise its intended message. No, to Republicans, it says three things:

1.Good lord, McCain really is that dull, isn’t he?2.We’re doomed, aren’t we?3.God, please give us Hillary, and make sure you send her husband a big, trashy redhead before November…

(See what I mean? Felber's awesome, funny, and right on...Not so, the pundits.)

Want to know the real reason Hillary won New Hampshire? Don't ask a pundit, silly...Pundits are morons.

(In this case, moron = polite term for media whore, btw)

They get paid to think certain things which don't actually involve any thinking.

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I live as deep in the woods as I can, on the banks of White's Creek where it cuts through the edge of the Cumberland Plateau. It's a good spot for someone who loves people but gets enough of them from time to time. My wife and kids put up with my eccentricities well enough and seem to like where we live, even though we have to drive a good bit to live our active lifestyle. It is the one incongruity of my existence. Our house is a passive solar design with an electrically heated hot tub. Contradictions are everywhere, but we do what we can.
We have a resident Eagle population in the gorge that salutes us most mornings with a fly by during coffee. It's a good spot to live.